Message-ID: <36817asstr$1024189807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: carnagejackson@hotmail.com (Carnage Jackson) X-Original-Message-ID: Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 15 Jun 2002 20:56:49 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 15 Jun 2002 13:56:49 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} JOA: Ch. 30 - The Finale 1/2 (MF/MMF/MFF/FFF/cons/celeb/oral/anal/voy/exh/mast/slut/rom) Date: Sat, 15 Jun 2002 21:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates Well, this is it. This chapter is dedicated to all the readers who followed the series all the way through and kept me on my toes and offered great feedback. All of you made the series more special and fun to write. I'm not ending my writing career by any means but it was time to end JOA. Any closing feedback you might have is most appreciated. Ok, enough blabbering...enjoy the finale! Journal of an Agent: Chap. 30 - The Finale By Carnage Jackson carnagejackson@hotmail.com _____________________________________________________ Standard Disclaimer: You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community, not be offended by the contents of it...blah blah, you know the rest. This story may be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial use, but PLEASE leave my email/name on it! That's all I ask! This is the last part of an ongoing series. Yes I know the celebs don't act like this in real life, but this is a fantasy after all. _____________________________________________________ "So tell me Damon, where do you see yourself in say, 10 years?" I said to my assistant as we both munched down some bagels during an impromptu breakfast in my office. "Mmph!" he replied, finishing chewing, pausing to swallow before he continued. "Well, I'd like to stay here at Shooting Stars. Of course my dream is to direct a film, even a low budget indie one. I want to get higher up in the Hollywood hierarchy," "Then you want to move to behind the camera, rather than ushering stars in front of it?" I said with a smile. "Pretty much. Why do you ask?" he replied. "No reason, just popped into my mind. All the stuff that's happened to me in almost the last two years has really made me think about my life," I said. "What do you mean?" "I don't know. I mean, running the firm is like a dream come true - I get to mingle with the most beautiful people in the world, help them out, and get paid very well to do it. Of course, there are the fringe benefits too," I replied. "But of course," he said with a wicked smile. "But I mean, things get a little stale after a while. I was star struck when I first took over for my father, but now hardly even the most strange things or situations bother me. I think I might need a change of scene, or at the very least a vacation. What do you think?" I asked, wiping my mouth as I finished the bagel and took a sip of coffee. "Don't get me wrong, I love working here. Every day is like a new adventure in my life, something I'll be able to tell all my grandkids about - how I was on the edge of Hollywood, helping you call the shots. But I can understand where you are coming from. Since I've worked for you, I don't even know how many women have come and gone with you, and I know from personal experience that so many different women, who all have different problems, can be very tiring. Hell, any type of solid relationship would wear me out!" Damon said. "So then you don't think that I'm off the mark when I say I may want to, I don't know, sell the whole thing and move on with my life?" "Not at all. But I don't want to see you go, not only because I would probably be out of work but also because I consider you a pretty good friend and I hate parting with friends. But it's your life, your business, you should be able to do whatever you want and be happy with the choices you make," Damon said. "I guess you're right. It's just something I've been kicking around for a while, but it feels like all of this is leading up to something, that I'm at a juncture in my life and I will have to make a decision real soon," I said with a sigh. There was a tentative knock on the office door, followed by a slight creak as it opened slightly. "Uhh, Dean?" a voice said. It was Ashley, the young girl I had hired last week to help Damon out and serve as a part-time temp for the firm. "Yes Ashley, what is it?" I said to her. "Catherine Bell just called. Or, well, actually, a rep from CBS called and they said that she wants to see you as soon as possible about something going on," Ashley said. She was a smart girl, a little shy but was learning pretty quickly how to work in an office. "Did they say what it was?" I asked, standing up and brushing myself off from a few loose crumbs. "No, they said that even SHE wouldn't say. They just told me to tell you to come down to the lot, lot 4G, and speak with the director," Ashley said. I sighed again and looked at Damon. "Well, guess it's back to the grind. Thanks for hearing me out on that stuff Damon," I said. "No problem Dean. Good luck figuring out what she wants," Damon said as he cleaned up the bagels and cream cheese from the corner of my desk. "Thanks. I'll have my cell phone, so you or Ashley can call if you need me," I said, heading out the door. Traffic was pretty light that morning for some reason, especially once you got off the freeway. Cruising downtown, I had to pay attention and make sure I didn't accidentally hit one of the people running across the road. That was the last thing I needed - a vehicular manslaughter charge to deal with. I had taken a new company car, a black BMW X5 and was still getting used to driving such a massive vehicle - a delivery man moving a big box into one of the smaller studios was almost an unfortunate victim of my learning experience. Pulling into the CBS lot, I got clearance with the guard and drove around looking for lot 4G. The CBS lot was just like you might imagine a studio lot to be - big, filled with sets and big warehouses, crew and stars zipping around it's concrete lawn on golf carts, buzzers going off indicating filming was taking place. I finally located the lot, the filming studio for the non-travel spots of "JAG", the wildly successful military drama in which Catherine Bell, a long time client, was a co-star of. Parking the car, I walked in through a side door and collided with a PA, who looked to be just as startled as me. "Can I help you?" he asked excitedly in that tone of voice that only those who live and breath Los Angeles for many years can carry. "I'm Catherine Bell's agent, Dean Simonds, I was told that she needed to see me?" I asked to him, straightening out my charcoal gray suit as I shifted into business mode. A slight look of disgust washed over the PA's face - no matter how nice you were to people in the industry, agent's never got accepted as anything but weasels and scum. In most cases though, the distinction was not unwarranted. "Right this way. Go down and take a left, then take another left and one right and you will be at her trailer," the PA said before hustling off. Following his directions, I headed out from inside the building to a large door leading to an open set, with a row of trailers off to the side. I walked along them, looking for her name, but Catherine spotted me first. She stuck her head out from the trailer and called my name. I came over to her and she opened the door to let me in. The trailer was hot and musty, the television on and the space tight and cramped. I had told her many times that I could get her a nicer trailer, but she never took me up on the offer. I still couldn't see why. I was a little taken aback as I came in and my eyes adjusted from the brightness of the morning to the dark recesses of the trailer to see Catherine leaning up against a small mini-bar, sipping a drink in only a pair of khaki pants (part of her regular costume from JAG) and a bra. Nothing else. Her brown hair looked freshly cleaned and styled, but from the sweat glistening off her body and the cleft between her ample breasts, I took it that she hadn't been on set for at least a few hours. "Fix you a drink Dean?" Catherine asked. "No, thank you. And quite frankly, don't you think that you shouldn't be drinking when it's only 10:30 in the morning?" I said, walking over to her and taking the small glass from her hands and setting it on the counter. She snatched it back up and finished it off, setting it back down again as she poured herself another. I could smell the alcohol in this part of the trailer and wondered how many drinks she had actually had, even though she looked to be perfectly coherent. "I'll do what I damn well please. And if you don't agree with me then you can leave like the rest of them," Catherine snapped as she turned away from me. Here we go, another long morning... "Alright, I'm sorry. But could you tell me why I'm down here? Why are the studio heads calling me to come talk to you?" I asked, talking to her turned back. "You wouldn't understand," she said. "No one here seems to understand," "Well, try me. That's what I'm here for," I said reassuringly. Catherine turned to face me with tears in her eyes. "I'm upset. It's not about the show. Well, it is but it isn't. With all the stuff that's happening in the world, I just don't see the point in acting anymore. I mean, what good is it doing to make life better for people?" Catherine said, her voice fighting back tears. "Catherine, I'm not following you. What in the world upset you?" I asked. "It's all that stuff that's going on in the Middle East right now. Israel. Palestine. Iraq. Iran. It's just...well, you know I'm Iranian, right?" Catherine said. I nodded. "See, even though I don't live there, I have family and friends there and with all this trouble that it going on in that region, I can't sleep. I can't eat. And I most certainly can't act. It just seems to trivial to try and entertain an audience when people I know are out there in what could be grave danger," she said, sobbing now as she walked over to the couch in the middle of the room and sat down. I followed her. "But Catherine, this has been going on for thousands of years! I won't argue with you that it's not upsetting, but I mean, do you think anything is really going to change any time soon?" I asked, trying to comfort her. It backfired. "That's just what my husband said. So I guess you don't understand either," she said, turning away from me, bitterness in her voice. "Catherine, listen. I'm here to do whatever you need me to, but I can't save the world. I can't make people stop hating each other, I can't stop people killing one another. I can only do my part, for you, to make your life better and happy so that you can live out your dreams. Remember when you told me a year back or so that you were happy in your life, that you had become the star you had dreamed about being back when you were a little girl? Remember how joyous your life was, just because you were going out there every day and bringing, if only for a few minutes at a time, enjoyment to people whose lives might be missing it?" I said. Catherine was silent for a moment, sipping from her drink. "Yes. But don't you see how empty that really is? How this whole Hollywood industry is just about selling movies or television shows or magazines?" she said quietly. "I do see that. But I also see a beautiful woman with immense talent, feeling sorry for things she can't change in the world. It's alright to be upset about the world, about injustices. But if you let it consume you, if you let it become all that you think about, then you are just adding to more misery in the world by not being an active part of it," I replied. "So then what should I do?" Catherine said, facing me now. The tears that had run down her face left soft streaks down her beautifully darkened cheeks. "You should do what your heart tells you to do. You should make the best of your life and keep following your dream. You should donate or speak out against what you believe strongly in, but you should make your life whole by using the talents and position you are in now to help that. Recognition doesn't always have to come from a television screen you know," I said, smiling. Catherine was silent again, moving now to lay down on the couch. I stood up over her as she turned her face away to the inside of the couch. I waited a moment before saying anything. "So will you go back out there and do what you know you should? Can I tell the producers that?" I asked. Catherine nodded softly. "Yes. Tell them I'll come back to work in an hour or so, ok? But I want you to come and get me, not some pimply faced production assistant. Alright? Right now, I just need to be alone, to sleep maybe a bit," "Ok," I said, patting her lightly on her smooth and flawless shoulder. I exited the trailer back out into the quickly increasing heat of the day. Heading back to the main building where production was done for the show, I glanced around for the producers. Spotting a man sitting in a chair behind the cameras, I walked over towards him. I was cut off however, by someone I really didn't want to deal with. "Dean baby, what's shaking?" Rick Dugan said to me as he stepped in my way. Rick was a music agent, representing mostly musicians like Christina Aguilera out here. It was his client, Ms. Aguilera in fact, that had ruined my relationship with Alyssa Milano almost a year ago. I hadn't seen him since, but I was surprised and not thrilled to see him now, as he just oozed sleazeball. "Hi Rick. What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to make a hopefully brief conversation. "Didn't ya know? I've moved on to bigger things now. I still do music reps, but now I'm branching out into TV and movies. I've got a girl here right now who has a minor role in the episode they are shooting today and I wanted to come down and make sure everything went okay and maybe try to get her a bigger part on the show, ya dig?" Rick said with a shark's grin. "Yeah. Well congrats," I said, trying to step around him. He cut me off again though. "So, I know that things didn't work out with that bitch Aguilera, but you have any more clients who you might want to send my way? Word on the grapevine is that Dean Simonds has been through hell and back in Hollywood and might be leaving the game," he said. I was startled by his knowledge of this, but quickly reasoned that he had probably just assumed it after what had happened with the failed take over that my half-brother Jacob had planned. It was a not-too-secret secret amongst the industry folks. "No, I'm not leaving. At least not today or anything. And no, you can't have any of my clients. I'd rather have my balls chopped off than send them to you," I said coldly, my anxiousness to speak to the director hopefully evident on my face. "Hey, woah there baby, don't get all defensive. It was just a simple question. Oh wait, you're still pissed cuz I ruined things with you and that Milano chick, huh?" he asked. "Yeah, something like that. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to do," I said, butting into his shoulder and walking past him. "Hey Dean!" he called behind me. I spun on one foot and turned to face him, sighing heavily in exasperation. "What?" "If you ever change you're mind, you know where to find me. Look for the big car being driven by the big dick man. That will be me," he called with a laugh. A puzzled crew member walked between us as I approached the producer, ignoring Dugan's comment. Reaching the producer, we talked for a few minutes, as I explained to him that Catherine was upset over personal issues but that she should be back to work right after they broke for lunch around 1:00 or so. "Just make sure she is here. We can go a day or so without her, but if she isn't back in top form than we will have to postpone production till next week. And the studio heads will have my ass," he said. I gave him my assurance and headed back to Catherine's trailer. I had managed to kill about 40 minutes of time, so I thought I would just go in quietly and wait for Catherine to wake up. I would be there in case she needed anything, plus I could stress how important it was that she get back to work ASAP if she was already ready. Opening the trailer door quietly, Catherine was still stretched out on the couch, her back facing me. Only now I saw, she was naked from the waist down, presumably to get more comfortable in the sticky heat of this giant metal box. Her perfectly shaped ass faced me and for a moment I felt a twitching in my pants. I quickly examined the rest of the trailer, trying to avoid looking at her smooth skin, supple ass cheeks and long legs. Out of things to look at in less than a couple of minutes, I took a seat across from her and watched her sleep, the rhythmic breathing of her back moving up and down softly. I knew she would be annoyed to find me sitting there watching her while she slept, especially naked, but if I had to then I could just play it off as having just walked in. To my wide eyed surprise, Catherine stirred in her sleep, turning over onto her side as she now faced me. Her luscious breasts were still held inside of her bra, but seemed to be straining against the flimsy fabric. I could see the outline and top of her nipple just poking out over the top of her bra. They were about medium sized, a rich dark brown color with the tips poking against the fabric of her undergarment. Her mound was a dark black nest of neatly trimmed hair, her pussy lips slightly visible in between her crossed legs. Like her nipples, they were a deep brown color and looked so inviting, a hint at the pink buried deeper within visible only slightly. I realized I had been holding my breath in awe at her beautiful naked form and let the air escape from my lips slowly, the heat of the trailer, combined with the rush of spying on this sleeping beauty causing my head to pound. I debated about what to do: should I leave and then reenter loudly to let her know I was there, giving her time to get dressed? Or would she even care if I continued to sit where I was and gaze upon her, hoping that she wouldn't be angry when she awoke. Catherine stirred again and the left underside of her breast pushed against the surface of the couch she lay on, causing her breast to free itself from the weak encumberment that held it inside her bra. Her nipple was now completely visible to me and I was flushed with the excitement of being a voyeur to her snooze. But she wouldn't want her breast sticking out like that, would she? I quickly decided that she wouldn't and made up my mind to very slowly approach her and put the heavy weight of her beautiful orb back inside it's casing. Standing up, I took a few very slow steps until I was over her. I waited for a moment to make sure she wasn't awake, but her shallow breathing continued. I slowly lowered my hand to just an inch or so over her breast, the slight perspiration of her skin in the morning heat causing small little droplets of sweat to form beneath where my hand hovered. I moved down centimeter by centimeter to her breast until the tip of my finger touched her smooth, supple skin. I then placed two more fingers on her flesh and slowly traced down to the base of where her nipple lay exposed, enjoying the rough feel of it. My fingers glided past her nipple to the bra itself and with two fingers I took the lacy material in my fingers and held it there, trying to be cautious about sliding it up. However, in that moment that I held it, her naked body just lying there, my morals urging me to cover her up, my mind instead did something different. Rather than pull the fabric back up, I held the tip of the bra firm and pulled it down more, ever so slowly. I watched as it slid down her breast, down the slope of it till it had reached the bottom of her globe and wedged itself beneath it. With one breast exposed, the luscious sight of it intoxicating in the stale heat of the trailer, I stepped back slightly and gazed down upon what I had done. My body was in full control of my mind now and I watched through my mind's eye as my hand drifted over to the other breast and, just as slowly, pulled the bra off of it till both breasts lay exposed in the room. The excitement of undressing Catherine inch by inch was too much for me, I had to take things as far as I could. My fingertips drifted away from her breasts down to her firm tummy until my hand rested just an agonizing inch or so above her womanhood. I paused now for a few seconds, debating what to do - should I leave her as she is or try to go further, perhaps see what her inner folds held for the curious. Catherine answered this question for me by rolling from her side over onto her back, her legs shifting on the couch to leave herself open and exposed to my wandering eyes and hand. I stepped to the side of the couch and gazed between her legs: her opening was now much more visible, the delicate slit that led to her inevitably beautiful pussy covered only in the finest of hair and slight stubble. Catherine must have shaved it for her husband I thought to myself. Now I was really in a tough situation, because my body and the massive bulge in my pants begged me to slip a finger or so into her and reveal her box, but my mind and reasoning said to leave things be, I'd done enough already. I debated it for a moment or so, glancing at the clock on the wall: I still had 30 minutes until Catherine was supposed to be at the studio for filming, could I really pull this off and still get her there on time? My hand trembled slightly as I pushed the tip of my finger against her tight folds and slipped inch by agonizing inch of my finger inside of her pussy. She wasn't exactly wet inside, but the sweat from between her legs had dripped down into her opening allowing me at least a little lubrication as my finger slid into her. Feeling brave, I retracted my finger and instead pushed three into her at once, all at a very slow and (hopefully) unnoticeable pace. I got all three in almost all the way before Catherine's hips bucked a little and a soft moan escaped from her lips. I froze my hand where it was, praying that she didn't wake up. But as she shifted her head away again, I realized that she was too far gone in the land of slumber to notice what I was doing - in her dreams, she was probably enjoying it. My attention to her cunt had not gone unrewarded, as when I pulled my hand from within her I saw the tips of my fingers wet with her juices. I quietly licked them off, enjoying the sweet taste of her arousal. Looking at her opening again, I saw that her lips had parted slightly in arousal and gave me the view I was looking for: beyond the brown outline of her outer lips, Catherine's pussy inside was a light pink color. The view, the taste of her inner juices and perhaps even the heat of the trailer caused my mind to lock itself away as my body took over - I had to feel the inside of her around my cock. Unbuttoning my pants and sliding down my boxers, allowing both to fall onto the floor, I felt the rush of hot air brush over my naked lower body as I held my very erect cock in my hand and pondered the best way to gain access. I noticed that one of Catherine's legs had started to slip onto the floor a little bit, her thigh resting on the edge of the soft couch. This was the angle I could work myself into her, I thought. I moved in front of her leg and placed my fingers beneath her flesh, pulling on her slightly. This caused Catherine's body to slide down slightly on the couch, her legs gently touching the floor at shin level. She still didn't seem to stir or awaken, and I felt encouraged by this, her breasts resting lightly on her chest atop the material of her bra. Parting her legs slightly, I dropped down to a sort of crouch and aimed my cock at her opening. Even though I was now sweating in lust and desire to fuck Catherine, I still didn't want her to awaken. That's why as the tip of my cock pressed against her hole, I slowed my entry into her to as slow as I could possibly go, letting my dick enter into her waiting channel with as little thrusting as possible. I watched with bated breath as inch by inch slowly disappeared inside of her until only a few inches of my 9 inch cock remained exposed, the maximum I thought I could safely put in her now at it's limit. I held myself in that position for a while, simply savoring her tight opening enveloped around my cock. I began to pull myself out of her when suddenly Catherine moaned again, an unintelligible, guttural gasp at the feeling of having something inside of her. I again paused but after she stopped her moan, I continued to retract my dick. As I withdrew from her all but completely, leaving just the tip inside, I entered her again. Only to my surprise, I found her box had warmed up and was now quite wet around my cock: whatever that moan had been about, it was obviously turning her on. Getting a good tempo going, I held myself up by placing my hand near Catherine's leg on the couch, gripping the fabric tightly as I worked in and out of her slowly. As much as I just wanted to ram into her as hard I could, I knew that in the position I was in right now, I'd be going to jail for rape if I got caught. I leaned over Catherine's nude, beautiful body and held my head over her breasts, unable to resist the temptation of dipping my mouth down and giving her right nipple a soft lick. Looking up from this, I was startled to see that Catherine's eyes had started to open slightly, small little slits that I knew would allow her to see me. Almost paralyzed with fear at being caught now, I lifted myself away from her as quietly as I could and began to pull myself out of her. As the last tip of my dick exited out of her, Catherine's eyes opened completely and she saw me. "Dean, what are you doing?" she murmured. "I was...Jesus, I know this looks bad but I wasn't...I mean I didn't intend to," I stuttered, trying to distance myself from her but finding my feet not cooperating by moving. "No, what are you doing? Why are you pulling out of me?" Catherine said, now awake and brushing her matted hair from her eyes. "What???" I said, shocked. "Well, aren't you going to keep fucking me? I mean, I almost had an orgasm a second ago and now you decide to pull out. What's wrong, is there something wrong with my pussy?" Catherine said, sliding a hand down to her opening and pulling apart her cunt lips lewdly. "So...you knew what I was doing the whole time?" I asked, shocked. "Knew? I set it up! You didn't really think I was asleep did you?" "Well, yeah actually I did," I replied, my dick now bobbing slightly in the air. Catherine reached out and held it in her soft hand, twisting her palm over the moist tip. "You mean all that drinking and everything was just an act?" "Yeah, pretty good huh? I have been feeling really down lately though, but yeah...that was just cranberry juice. Now how about we finish what you started, hmmm?" Catherine said softly, squeezing my still erect cock lightly in her hand. Happy to oblige, I allowed her to lead me to her spread legs and we both watched as she guided me deep inside of her hole, no hesitation this time. Able to leverage myself deeper inside of her now, I buried all of my shaft deep inside Catherine's now very wet pussy. Catherine cried out in ecstasy as I rocked my body hard into her, her nails digging deep into my back as she pulled me as deep as she could into me. I couldn't help but laugh a little inside at having been fooled by her so thoroughly, but the reward now was well worth the trouble I had gone to in slowly undressing and teasing her body. Catherine lifted her face up to me and kissed me deeply, her tongue wrestling it's way into my mouth hungrily. I returned the kiss as I continued to thrust in and out of her my balls hitting softly against her ass, the sound of our bodies writhing together filling the air of the trailer. I as fucked her, I felt Catherine's pussy squeeze my cock tightly as her inner muscles spasmed and she hit an orgasm with a soft cry, her juices coating my shaft's entire length. As she came, I held myself deep inside of her, the tip of my prick pressing against the deep walls of her cervix. Pulling myself out of her, I began to thrust into her with gusto, the feel of her tight snatch creating a sexual heaven on earth. My shirt was now totally soaked with sweat, as was most of Catherine's body as we continued to make love on the couch, her aroused clit poking at the base of my cock as I moved in and out of her. My orgasm began to bubble up inside of my balls as I continued to fuck her. Catherine seemed to sense it and stopped my deep thrusts my grasping onto my ass cheeks and not letting me go, her fingers holding firmly against my body as I felt the tip of my head explode in cum deep inside of her. I hadn't had sex in a few days, so the copious amount of sperm that erupted from my prick filled her wet vagina, creating a sloshing sound as I slowly withdrew my prick from inside of her, a dribble of semen leaking out of her gaping opening. I pulled out of her completely and collapsed on the couch next to, out of breath and sweating profusely from the encounter. Catherine stuck a hand down to her wet opening and rubbed our mixed juices in between her fingers, enjoying the feel of the slippery fluids as it leaked out of her body. I glanced at my watch and with some alarm said "Oh shit, you're supposed to be on the lot in 10 minutes!" Catherine stood up, some of my seed leaking down her leg in a slow, lazy trickle. "That's ok, I can take a quick shower and be there with time to spare. There's some towels over in that cabinet over there if you want to clean yourself up," she said, turning and darting towards the bathroom. I sat on the couch, my softening erection still wet with her moisture as I watched her cute ass bounce as she disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door. I found said towels and removed the clothes I still wore, drying my body off and wiping her own cum from my balls and all around my lower body. I had just finished dressing when Catherine emerged from the bathroom, her hair a little damp from the shower but the clothes she wore just what was expected for when she arrived on set: a tan military uniform. Her short hair had been brushed and framed her beautiful face even more clearly than any television set could ever hope to show. We exited the trailer and headed towards the lot. "Here is Catherine, as promised," I said to the producer, who stood talking to a camera man. "Great, thank you Mr. Simonds. You finally ready to get started Catherine?" the man said. "Yes Jim," she replied with an enthusiastic sigh. "Just let me talk to Dean for one more second, ok?" "Fine. Go see makeup when you are ready," Jim said. Catherine turned to me. "Thanks for helping me out today. What you said about acting and making the world better...well, that seemed pretty genuine. And genuine statements are hard to come by in this town. If I need anything else, I'll call you," Catherine said to me, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. "Glad to help," I replied, returning the kiss. Catherine smiled at me and then headed off to the make up department. I headed for the exit when my cell phone rang. "Dean Simonds here," I said. "Hey Dean," Damon's voice said on the other line. "You get things squared away with Catherine Bell?" "Yeah. It was a little uh, sticky at first but things are fine now. What's up?" I replied. "Just wanted to remind you of your lunch with Rose McGowan in 40 minutes. Chez Francesco, remember?" Damon said. "Shit, you're right. I'm on my way there now. Thanks for the tip," I replied. "Don't mention it. Hey, I'm not feeling so hot right now, you mind if I head off a little early today, say after lunch?" Damon asked. "Sure thing. Just leave me a note with any calls I need to make, ok?" I said. "Not a problem. See you later," Damon said, and then he hung up. I put the phone back in my pocket as I started up my car and headed towards my lunch date with Rose McGowan. Rose came to the firm during a lull in her career, when she was stuck making such flops as "Jawbreaker" and other straight to video releases. However, I spotted in her a knack for subtle comedy and urged her to try and fill the void left by Shannon Doherty on "Charmed", which she successfully managed to get. Since then, things have been really hot for her, her popularity growing and the wild side of her personal life always providing juicy gossip that got people talking. Rose was undoubtedly very attractive, but she had always seemed slightly intimidating to me, almost to the point of being so overly sexual that she seemed unapproachable. Rose seemed to just ooze sensuality and it was no surprise to me at all that she had thus far in her career filled the "vamp" roles in just about everything she did. This sexuality worked to her advantage career wise, but when it came to actually sitting down and talking to her, I felt as if I had finally met my match when it came to seduction. We had scheduled this lunch date a few weeks before her first "Charmed" season ended and I specifically chose a place as far away from that set as possible - I didn't want to run into her co-star, Alyssa Milano, given all the heartache I had caused her when we had first went out. The restaurant, a mixture of expensive French food and more casual, lighter California style dishes, was packed with the business crowd that filled most of the tables, people of all races and ages chattering loudly with one another over who knew what. I walked into the welcome cool air of the restaurant and spotted Rose in the back corner of the restaurant, her pale face touched lightly by a beam of sunlight that brushed the table and ran over the side of her body. She wore a maroon top that traced and outlined every single curve of her upper body and her dark hair hung in bangs against her cheeks. Rose smiled at me when she saw me and I took a seat across from her. "Dean, how are you?" Rose said. "I'm doing good. Busy morning," I said. "It looks it. Your face looks a little flushed," Rose said, reaching her hand out and brushing my cheek. "It's the heat I guess," I replied. "So, have you been waiting long?" "No, not really. I got here about 5 minutes ago and the waiter came over and took my drink order. I hope you don't mind that I ordered some wine, since I figured you would be paying," Rose said with a grin. "Not as long as you ordered some for me too," I chuckled. "Of course. That would be rude of me not to, don't you think?" Rose said, sliding her hand across the table and placing it over mine. Rose was certainly not one to keep her hands off from other people, but the softness of her fingertips tracing up to her pale but flawless skin was not unappreciated by me. We chatted for a few minutes as the waiter came and took our order, dropping off glasses of wine. The topics were nothing in particular, mostly just Hollywood stuff, but slowly the conversation drifted to her experiences on set with Alyssa. "You know, she still talks about you," Rose said, sipping her wine. "She does?" I said, a little uneasy now that the topic had been brought up. "Yeah. Not like psycho-obsessed with you talking, but little things. How you used to kiss her, how kind you were to her in helping her career out, that sort of thing," Rose said. "And she just talks about all this out of the blue?" I said, amazed that Alyssa was still thinking about me after what had happened. "Well, we were talking about sex one day and I was telling them about this great fuck I had with this guy I met at a bar once, before I was famous and all that, and she just mentioned how when she was with you she had the best sex of her life," Rose said, smiling at me wickedly, enjoying I think the emotional pangs that this brought out in me. "She said that huh? Wow," I remarked, shaking my head slightly. "I think her exact words were 'Dean knows how to fuck a woman. It didn't matter when or where but he always could make you cum in floods'" Rose said, chuckling. An older couple at the table next to us shot Rose a dirty look, to which she stuck her tongue out at in return. "That's quite a compliment coming from someone like Alyssa," I said quietly. "Tell me about it. When she told me that, I went home that night and masturbated myself to a pretty hot orgasm thinking about you and her getting it on," Rose said. I almost choked on my drink. "Really?" I said, clearing my throat. "Definitely. I mean, I'm tempted to just grab you by that cute tie of yours, throw you onto one of these tables and jump your bones right here," Rose said. I felt my cock twitch slightly - it was this sort of brazen sexual boasting that had always managed to catch me off guard. I was amazed that we had managed to steer clear of such escapades before, given this predatorial sexuality she seemed to have within herself and my apparently uncanny knack for seducing some of Hollywood's top women. I decided to play along with her boastings to see where they led. "You would huh?" I said with a smile just as wicked as any that she had flashed me. "Maybe not right here, but definitely in the restaurant. I love having sex in public, it feels so naughty and wrong, don't you think?" Rose said. I felt her foot brush against my pant leg underneath the table, her shoe off as her toes traced up in between my legs to my crotch. I adjusted myself slightly in my seat. "So then what are you suggesting?" I asked. "Well, let's eat first and let me scope this place out a bit for a good location. Then we can decide on that," Rose said. "That is, if you're up to it," "Just from Alyssa's boastings alone you know I am," I replied. Rose smiled at me and we just looked at each other in silence, my mind racing as I tried to ponder what this sexual lioness seemed to have in store. I was willing to try and do anything once, but when it came to situations like this I was far from creative in creating schemes. Our food arrived a few minutes later and we sat eating in silence. However, Rose's foot had not left it's spot in between my legs and in fact seemed more than content to be there, her toes massaging my balls lightly through the fabric of my slacks and boxers. I felt a growing erection with every touch of my manhood by Rose and shifted a little in my seat to keep it from being too obvious if a waiter/waitress happened to walk by. Rose had ordered another glass of wine and now it was her turn for her skin to be slightly flush, a pinkish hue forming on her cheeks as she drank the wine with her meal. When we had both finished, the waiter brought me the bill and as I was pulling out my credit card from my wallet, Rose stood up from her seat. "I need to use the ladies room, I'll be right back," she purred, winking at me slightly. The waiter happened to catch it too. "Is that Rose McGowan?" he asked. He was a college kid, probably barely old enough to drink the wine he served. "Yes, it is. I'd introduce you two but we really must be going," I said to him. He nodded, a little disappointed but at least happy to have spotted a star on his shift. As soon as he left the table, I straightened out my hair and tie - this was the hint Rose had been waiting all this time to give me, and now it was show time. This would not be the first time I had engaged in a sexual romp in public, but it would most certainly be the most crowded place I had done so. I was trembling with excitement when the waiter brought back the receipt and I signed it. "Tell her that I'm a big fan," he said to me as I stood up to leave. "I will, and I'm sure she is thankful of your support," I replied, heading off towards the restrooms. They were located away from the main dining area, in a sort of corner of the restaurant. I passed some pay phones and lingered by them as a woman came out of the ladies room. I could hear the din of the restaurant from where I was in the hallway and made sure that no one saw me as I opened the ladies room door and slipped in quietly. "Rose?" I called softly into the restroom. Soft background music played in a speaker above the door and the floor by the sinks and leading to the stalls was carpeted in a burgundy color that resembled the top that Rose was wearing. "I'm in here. Lock the door," I heard her say from the far, handicap stall. "We don't have much time, so hurry up," I treaded quietly down towards where she was. I spotted her black shoes standing on the polished linoleum of the tile floor where the carpet stopped and the stall began. "Is there anyone else in here?" I asked as I pushed the door open. Rose was standing naked by the toilet, her dress and top, not to mention her panties and bra slung over neatly on the metal bars of the stall. All she wore was her pair of black heels, which I realized were the "fuck me" style stiletto pumps, and a smile. Her nipples were small and pink on her ample breasts, a delicate touch of color to her otherwise pale and porcelain skin. Her cunt hair was trimmed in a small "V" shape that pointed directly between her thighs to her waiting box beneath. "No, but even if there was I wouldn't care. Now show me what Alyssa was talking about Dean!" Rose said as she lunged at me, her warm body pressing against me as she leaned her mouth up and kissed me deeply. I wasted no time in removing my clothes while we kissed, laying them against the bar on top of hers as well. Both of us now naked, Rose broke the kiss as she squatted down beneath me and took my cock in her hand. She jerked on it a few times, looking up at me with that devilish grin of hers. The sight of seeing her play with my prick, her dark red lipstick coated lips just a mere inch from my cock was almost enough to make me blow my load right there. And as her mouth devoured my cock hungrily, I had to lean back against the stall door with a thud to contain myself. Rose was, without a doubt, the blow job queen of Hollywood. The things that she did to my prick with her tongue, the gentle brushing of the head with the back of her teeth, the way she sucked like only a well trained whore would, was so exquisite that it defined words. I gasped and shuddered as she went wild on my cock, bobbing her head up and down, her dark hair swinging wildly around her face and over her naked shoulders. Rose smiled up at me, her tongue snaking out of her mouth to lick the corners of her lips seductively. She gave my cock one final suck and then stood up. Without saying a word, she lifted her leg like a dancer and placed it on the bar of the stall. For such a small woman, I was amazed at her flexibility. Her pussy gleamed with wetness as I aimed my cock for her waiting hole, and Rose grunted in pleasure as the tip of my cock worked it's way into her body. Rose grasped tightly to my broad shoulders, steadying herself as I eased more of myself deep inside of her. As I entered her fully, my balls resting at the base of her cunt, I felt her ample sized breasts pressed tightly against me, the smell of her body and the perfume she used flooding my nose as I inhaled with every breath. Rose held onto me firmly and I started to work myself in and out of her, not even bothering to do it slowly. Her knuckles were white as she held onto the walls for support, her legs rocking back and forth as I hunched into her, my prick plunging deep into her depths with every thrust, her body shuddering underneath me as she panted with her cheek pressed against my chest. The position was a bit awkward but it did allow me a fair amount of leverage to flex my knees and bend Rose back slightly, her body arching with our thrusts. Rose's hips began to move in a circular motion with my pistoning in and out of her, rising up each time to meet me. "Oh God Dean, fuck me harder!" Rose panted. I eagerly fulfilled her request, sawing myself in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Rose's cuntal lips were a rich red color beneath me, a striking contrast to the paleness of the rest of her body. Her hair had become matted against her forehead, two long strands pulled over her ears as she looked up at me, her eyes closed tightly and her mouth in a blissful "O" shape. I withdrew my cock for a moment, teasing along the outside of her clit to get her more aroused, the hard vein of my shaft rubbing against her womanhood before I plunged back into her. We were moving like a blur now, our bodies one union of flesh and desire as the animal lust inside both of us took over and we didn't make love - we merely fucked. Two people, scratching a burning sexual need for one another, to feel the other's body as intimately as possible. Rose's head bobbed around on her shoulders, her hair swaying limply as she came on my cock, the only indication of her impending orgasm the heightened gasping and groaning pace she picked up. Rose was like an animal as we stood there, as deep inside one another as much as we could, racing towards an impending conclusion. Before I came though, there was something else I wanted to try. Yanking my dick from out of Rose's pussy, I dropped her leg to the floor and spun her around hard, causing her to plant her palms on the far back wall. I gave her ass a playful slap - something inside told me that Rose liked her sex to be raw and a little rough - and then I placed my cockhead at the entrance to her ass. I was already well lubricated with her juices and as I plunged into her, I wasn't really surprised to find her ass an open and waiting hole, stretched who knows how many times before by other guys who were just too tempted to not fuck her in the ass. "Ooooo!" Rose moaned. "That's just want I wanted!" Rose's hand left the wall and dropped down to her pussy, which she began to rub and fondle wildly as I slid deeper inside of her bowels. Her ass was a totally different experience than her cunt had been, one that was comfortingly tight but also loose enough to give me plenty of room to angle myself differently inside of her, penetrating her deeply up and down. Her legs bucking a little underneath me, Rose bent over at the waist and moved her hands to the toilet seat, thus thrusting her ass up towards me. I used this extra angling to push further into her, my prick as far in as it could go as I screwed Rose at this angle. Any sort of intelligible comments Rose might have had were long gone, now replaced by animal grunts of pleasure and approval at my invasion into her ass. I grabbed Rose by the waist with one hand while I used the other to reach under her and fondle one of her swaying tits, feelings the fleshy skin rubbing against my fingers. Her nipples were rock hard and as I squeezed them between two fingers, I felt Rose's body shake again as she came, a little bit of her pussy juice leaking out of her leg, her ass cheeks squeezing firmly against me. My orgasm imminent, I removed myself from Rose's ass. She wasted no time in spinning around and opening her mouth dutifully as I stroked my cock a few times and began to shoot my load. I probably shot four or five times, one stream landing directly in her mouth while the others dripped down onto her cheeks and the nape of her neck, coating her heaving tits with my man juice. Rose sucked off the last remaining droplets of cum and then cleaned herself off with some toilet paper. I watched her re-dress, slipping on her thong panties and stepping into her dress with her shoes still on, the fabric of the dress nudging itself up against her hips tightly. When we both had dressed, we exited from the stall. Rose gave herself a quick look over in the mirror, reached into her purse and reapplied some makeup where my cum had washed it off and straightened my tie for me. Both composed and looking as if nothing had happened, Rose unlocked the bathroom door. As she opened it, I was startled to see three elderly women standing around talking, obviously in urgent need of getting into the restroom now that it was unlocked. Rose exited first and gave them a cute little sneer at their obvious anger over being locked out, but when I emerged from the bathroom they put two and two together and scowled at me fiercely. All I could do was grin and shrug my shoulders sheepishly as I walked past them, their mouths agape as they struggled to try and say something. I heard one of them moving behind us and for a second thought that she was going to confront us and make a big scene in the restaurant. But she instead went over to the nearest waiter and, her mouth by his ear, told him something that was no doubt about us. The waiter nodded solemnly and looked up at us as we continued to walk briskly through the restaurant. Rose's hips swayed seductively in front of me, her pert ass swishing back and forth as she walked. The waiter now began to give a slight chase after us, so I nudged Rose on the ass to hurry her along. As we reached the exit of the restaurant, a gaggle of waiters were now chattering off by the kitchen area, looking and pointing at us. I still had that same shit eating grin on my face, and almost burst into laughter as I spotted our waiter staring at me, his mouth open. Rose saw him too and winked at him, causing him to step back slightly as if he had been hit or something. I gave him a slight wave and we exited out into the hot heat of the afternoon. Rose's car was parked off to the side of the restaurant and I walked her over to it. It was a convertible, something sporty, although I couldn't quite place the make. What I could place however, was that it's color bore a very similar resemblance in shade to the dark color of her pussy lips. I grinned at this as Rose hopped over the door in her skirt and started the engine. She slipped on her sunglasses and looked up at me. "Well, I can say with all honesty that Alyssa was not lying when she said you were one great fuck," Rose said, that same predatorial streak still throbbing inside of her. "Thank you. You weren't so bad yourself you know," I replied, my hand on her door. "That was fun, we should do this again some other time. Although, I don't think we will be allowed back here again, do you?" Rose said with a laugh. "No, but don't worry...there are plenty of restaurants in Los Angeles," I replied. Rose smiled up at me and then backed out her car. I watched her go as she pulled into traffic and then headed over to my car. The inside was hot and I stuck to the leather seats as I got inside. I debated for a moment going back to the office and doing some work, but my two encounters thus far in the day had left my clothes pretty sweaty, not to mention the rest of my body, and I decided it would probably be better to just go home and shower, maybe swim some in the pool, and see how I felt afterwards. Heading onto the freeway, traffic was slow because a car had broken down about half a mile ahead of us. As I slowly crawled through traffic, gaining a few inches every 10 minutes or so, the car ahead (which had died in the middle lane) began to look familiar. I could see it's driver, a young blond girl, talking loudly on a cell phone as she waved her arms around in the air. She was obviously upset, but something about her seemed familiar to me as I drew closer and closer, the rubberneckers ahead of me finally speeding up when they got the chance. When I was just about five car lengths away or so, I finally put a connection to the car and to the face: it was Kirsten Dunst, whom I had a fling with just a few weeks back, and her little Miata had obviously bit the dust from the way the steam was coming out of it. Kirsten had the hood popped and was leaning over looking in amongst the billowing steam, talking to someone on her phone. As I neared her, I rolled down the passenger window and called out to her. "Kirsten!" I said. She looked up, puzzled at first but her face shifting to a look of joy as she spotted me. "Dean! Thank God you drove by! My car died right in the middle of the freeway and I'm talking to these lazy fucks at the towing company and they said that they can't get here for another 2 hours!" Kirsten said. She was sweating, her face red with what looked like a little bit of motor oil and grease. She wore a pair of jeans and an oversized t-shirt that covered the ampleness of her breasts. The shirt too looked sooty and dirty and I could tell from the look of anxiety on Kirsten's face that she was not happy. "Hang on just a sec, let me pull over!" I said to her. She nodded and watched me as I accelerated slightly past her, pulling my car into a small spot in front of car, careful to not become another road hazard on the freeway. I stopped the car and got out, walking over to her. I really didn't know too much about cars myself, but I made it appear like I knew exactly what I was doing as I gazed in. I fiddled a knob here, touched a switch there and said "Hmm..." to myself a lot. Although I felt I was doing a good and convincing job, Kirsten wasn't buying it. "You have no idea what you are doing either do you?" she said with a smile. "No, I don't. But I looked pretty convincing, didn't I?" I said with a grin. "That you did. Thanks for pulling over and stopping to help me, but I don't think there is much we can do till the towing company gets here," Kirsten said in an exasperated manner. She leaned against the side of the car with her arms folded as cars buzzed past us. "Well, maybe. But let me try something real quick," I said to her, heading back to my car. Kirsten's eyes were hopeful as I punched in the office number on the phone. After a few rings, I was surprised to hear Ashley, the young receptionist, answer. "Shooting Stars, this is Ashley, how may I direct your call?" she said. "Ashley, hey it's Dean. Boy, you sound very mature on the phone like that. Listen, I need a big favor," I said to her. "Sure Dean, anything. What's up?" "I'm here in the middle of the freeway with Kirsten Dunst, and her car broke down. She called a towing company and they said it would be two hours before she gets here. Now, Kirsten is top talent and neither she nor I have the time to sit here and wait. Soooo...I was wondering if you could call that towing company you worked for, what's it called?" "Hollywood & Vine Towing?" Ashley replied. "Yes, them. Could you call them and maybe see if they can send a driver out here for us quicker than two hours, maybe as a personal favor to you? Tell them I'll pay whatever it takes to make it happen," I said. The signal was a bit weak here on the freeway and all the cars made things a little noisy, but I think she got what I said clearly. "Ok Dean, as soon as I hang up with you I will call them and see what I can do. Should I call you back on your cell phone?" Ashley asked. "Yes, please. Thanks Ashley, you are a lot of help," I said, hanging up. "I have my receptionist working on getting a tow out here as soon as possible. She used to work for a company and hopefully can pull some strings," I told Kirsten. "I gathered that much by what you said," she replied in a smart-alecky manner. Kirsten was always very sharp on things like banter and that's what I liked about her: she resembled to me a lot of the great early 20s Hollywood actresses who had great looks and a salacious wit. "Let's wait in my car for her to call back, ok" I said to Kirsten. "No need to give these rubberneckers something else to look at," We climbed in and I turned on the air as we sat quietly inside the car. I remembered the conversation with Damon earlier in the morning and thought more about it as I sat. For some reason, the question kept plaguing me. I asked Kirsten what she thought. "Hypothetically speaking Kirsten, if you weren't an actress what do you think you would do?" I said to her. "Hmm...well, I've always liked science and things like that. But I think I might just be a businesswoman of some sort, someone who makes important decisions and keeps the wheels of a company turning, that sort of thing. I have never really thought about it to tell you the truth, since I've acted for as long as I can remember," Kirsten said. "Would you ever leave Hollywood?" I asked. "Oh no. Now that I'm finally getting big, this is like a dream come true. Say what you want about the scandals and backstabbing and shady deals that go on in this town, but this is the land of fantasy, of dreams. And once you are a part of that, be it as an actress or as an agent, I couldn't imagine even thinking about leaving it all behind," Kirsten replied. Her deep eyes locked onto mine and held them for a second. They burned with a deep fire of solidity in her feelings, un-swaying at all in her goals. "So you wouldn't have any desire to just walk away, settle down with some girl, have a few kids and just live out your days as a nobody?" I said to her, locking her gaze. "What are you implying Dean? Are you asking me to marry you?" Kirsten said, a little taken aback. "No no no!" I said with a laugh. "I just mean do you like this lifestyle so much that even true love or the man of your dreams, which I'm not saying by any stretch is me, couldn't pull you away?" "Well, you should never say never. But acting is who I am and without it, I would be an empty person. Hasn't the Hollywood world taken over you too, do you actually think you could leave it and go back home again?" Kirsten asked, turning the tables a little bit. I opened my mouth to reply, but was stumped. "I don't know," I finally stammered. "I always thought I would do this forever but as you said, never say never," There was a silence between us for a second and I thought that Kirsten was going to say something in reply, but suddenly the phone rang, startling us both. "Hey Ashley, what do you got for me?" I said. "Ok, I called Bill on his mobile phone and you happen to be right in luck. Kirsten, I mean Ms. Dunst's stalled car has backed traffic up for 10 miles and he is in the middle of it. I told him where you were and he said he was about 5 miles away from there on the freeway and could probably get to you in about 20 minutes or so. That is, if you still need a tow?" Ashley said. "That's great Ashley. Thank you so much for your help. And just for that, I'm giving you a three dollar an hour raise!" I said to her kindly. I was greeted in response by a shrill, excited scream. "Dean THANK YOU! Wow! You are the greatest guy ever! Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" she said in my ear, in that high pitched voice only teenage girls have. "You're welcome. Now, breath in and then do something else for me: head on home for the day. Your raise starts tomorrow, but since I let Damon go early, you can get out of their too. Just remember to set the alarm, ok?" I replied. "Ok! Thank you Dean, you are the best boss in the world," she said. I hung up the phone and looked at Kirsten who was smirking at me. "I'm apparently the best boss in the world," I said with a grin. "And you think you wouldn't miss that?" Kirsten said with a laugh. "When is the truck going to get here?" "Well, it seems Ms. Dunst that the delay by your car has blocked traffic for 10 miles behind us and the tow man won't be able to get here for another 20 minutes or so," I replied to her in a smart ass tone. Kirsten hugged me. "You are the best boss AND the best agent in the world," she said, kissing me on the cheek. There was an awkward pause as she still held her arms against my neck. "You know, we haven't seen each other since that stuff happened with your brother," she said in a sultry kind of voice. "And I have to say that I have missed you and your...well, you know," she said, sliding her hand down to the front of my pants. Reluctantly, I pushed it away. "Easy there kiddo. Let's let the tow man come first then we can get reacquainted, ok?" I said to her, holding her small hand in my own, much larger hand. "Ok," she said with a sigh. She turned her attention to my stereo and flipped through the stations. Finding a pop station, she lip synched along to a Britney Spears song while I laughed and joked with her. The time passed quickly and as I glanced up in my rear view mirror, I spotted two blinking yellow, flashing lights heading our way. The tow truck managed to squeeze in ahead of me and the driver, a short stocky and balding man, stepped out. I got out of the car to introduce myself while Kirsten lingered behind. "You must be Bill. Thank you for coming by, you are a life saver," I said to him, shaking his hand. His palm and fingernails were dirty with grease and grime but his grip was strong and he gave me a polite smile as we shook. "I was on my way out your direction anyways, but I was glad that I could help Ashley out. I always liked that girl," Bill said, leaning against his tow truck. "Where do you want the car towed?" "Your lot will be fine. Kirsten will come by very quickly to pick it up, right Kirsten?" I said. "Yes. Thank you sir, you are too kind," Kirsten said, shaking his hand. Bill's face blossomed into a sort of embarrassed smile. "No..no problem Ms. Dunst. It's not every day that I get to help out a beautiful young woman like you. And might I add, me and the boys at the shop loved you in Spiderman," Bill said. "Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed the movie. I can't wait to start on the sequel," Kirsten said. "Well, I should get to work I guess," Bill said with a sigh. His demeanor changed to the gruff, business motif as he walked past us. "I need you to move your car sir. Just try getting around me when there is a break in traffic and pull up ahead if you don't mind," Bill said. I nodded and started my car, waiting for a few seconds as a line of trucks carrying some migrant workers passed. Cutting sharply, I followed his directions and our blocked line of traffic advanced further into the road as I pulled in front of him. I got out of the car and stood by Kirsten as we watched him hook a towing rig to the bottom of her car and then throw a switch on the back. The car lurched forward slightly and began to raise up, sliding it's back wheels onto the platform of the flat bed of the tow truck. When it was on securely, Bill wrapped some chains under the wheels and gave it a final tug before climbing back into the truck. I stood by his rolled down driver's window. "I should be back at the office in about 30 minutes or so, but feel free to come by whenever is convenient. And talk to Raul about payment when you get there. He's our new replacement since you took Ashley from us," Bill said with a smile. We waved to him as he drove off. Kirsten and I climbed back into my car and watched him go as we headed off on the freeway. Once we were cruising along, Kirsten turned to me. "That was great of you for stopping Dean. You always seem to be my knight in shining armor," she said to me. "Now, about that relationship..." "I wouldn't call it a relationship, but go on," I replied. "If it's not a relationship then what is it? I mean, I know we haven't had any real dates or anything but it always seems like we are together in moments of turmoil," she said. "So then are we fuck buddies?" I laughed. "Fuck buddies. Hmm, I like the sound of that," I said. Kirsten smirked at me. "Well then, fuck buddy, I guess I shouldn't disappoint and not fulfill my end of the relationship, er, friendship," Kirsten leaned in close to my cheek and gave me a soft kiss. Her tongue extended from her mouth as she gave my jaw a gentle lick with her tongue. She then proceeded up my face to my ear, where she began to kiss and tickle it with her tongue. It was a little uncomfortable, having to deal with it while I was driving, but the feel of her hot breath on my ear sent a chill down my spine. Kirsten took my face in her hands and turned me to face her. She planted a deep, soul searching kiss on my lips, her tongue entering my mouth. The kiss was very brief, but for the third time today I felt my cock stirring in my pants. Breaking the kiss, Kirsten moved her small hand to my crotch and rubbed it with her fingers, slipping two fingers underneath my balls as she played with them gently. Her thumb and forefinger moved to my zipper and slowly pulled it down. I squirmed slightly as I felt her cool hand slip into my pants and boxers and pull out my hardening cock into the air of the car. Kirsten gave it a few soft tugs to get me at full length, then quickly put her mouth on my cock, wrapping the head between those sultry lips of hers. She bobbed her head up and down somewhat on my cock, not deep throating me but certainly taking in more than a mouthful. I was just getting into it when Kirsten lifted her mouth and looked at me again. "By the way, where are we going?" she asked. "I was planning on going back to my house. I need a shower, I've been busy this morning," I replied. I moved one hand over to her hair, letting my fingers trace through her blond locks as the silky strands fell like water through the space between my fingers. "Ok, sounds good to me," Kirsten replied. "Besides, there is something waiting for you there if we can get there on time," "What do you mean?" I asked, but it was too late. Kirsten's head dropped back down to my cock, sucking on it like a lollipop. She nestled her nose against my sac, the hot breath escaping from her nostrils causing my balls to stir in their sack. I moved my hand back to her head, only this time to hold it onto my lap as I drove (admittedly a little haphazardly) while she sucked me off. Kirsten was really going to town on me now, her tongue tracing up and down along my shaft nimbly as she enjoyed the pleasure of my cock in her mouth. I could see her nipples hardening in her shirt, pressing against the loose fabric of the baggy cloth, her eyes closed in intense focus as she moved her mouth over my organ. I relaxed against the seat and simply enjoyed the feeling, shuddering every now and then when her tongue would touch a sensitive spot on my prick. I rotated Kirsten's head around in a circular motion as she slipped more and more of my dick down her throat, still not getting it all the way into her mouth and throat. I exited the freeway and came to a stoplight, feeling a little awkward as she continued to tease my prick with her young, hot mouth as cars idled next to me at the intersection. Kirsten removed my cock from her mouth and panted a little, taking the head and rubbing it against her lips and cheeks, a small drop of precum smearing a liquid streak on her face. Dropping her head back down onto my prick, Kirsten continued sucking on it like a candy cane, seeming to enjoy every moment of it. I accelerated as the light turned green and as Kirsten's mouth motions kept on my cock, I felt my foot press down harder on the accelerator, upping the speed of the massive SUV I was driving. I watched the speedometer as I tried to stay focused on driving and not accidentally swerving into another lane - 45, 50, 60 mph...I watched the needle slide further to the right. Up ahead I saw the next stoplight change from green to yellow and as I slowed things down with much control (my body was telling me one thing, my mind another), I felt an orgasm bubbling up. "Kirsten, I'm going to shoot!" I said to her with a gasp. "Let me swallow it," she said, lifting her mouth from my cock for a moment before returning to the fleshy pole, sucking hard like a vaccum. I watched her cheeks suck in, her cute dimples tight as she worked on my dick, when the first wave of sperm shot forth into her mouth. My cockhead jerked slightly in her mouth, causing me to buck my hips upward towards Kirsten's face as another stream shot forth. Kirsten's throat muscles worked overtime as she swallowed the salty load, part of her cheeks filling with my seed. My orgasm subsided but Kirsten kept moving her tongue over my prick, causing a sudden and quite pleasurable after orgasm wad to dribble from my cock into her mouth. She swallowed that too and with one more deep swallow, she dropped her mouth to the base of my shaft one more time before finally lifting her mouth. Kirsten leaned back in her seat, her face red and her cheeks flustered as she grinned at me. I saw a small bubble of cum leak between her teeth as she played with my load in her mouth, opening it to show a cute pink tongue covered with the sticky white fluid. Kirsten closed her mouth again and swallowed it all down like a porn star, smiling again at me as she reclined in her seat and took a breath. Reaching her hand over to my cock, she wiped off one last dribble of cum that had seeped out of the head with her finger. Opening her shirt wide enough for me to see that she wasn't wearing a bra, she rubbed the cum onto the cleft between her breasts, smearing it into her skin. "That's a reminder for later," she said with a grin. She zipped my fly back up and crossed her legs on the seat as I turned into my gated neighborhood and drove down the quite street, it's sides lined with expensive mansions and pristinely manicured lawns. "Well, that was a lot of fun. I do hope that you stay here in Los Angeles Dean. I couldn't imagine not having my fuck buddy around when I needed him," Kirsten said to me as I pulled into my driveway and stopped the car. As I climbed out, I could hear loud music coming from one of the houses on the street and to my left I saw a row of very expensive cars from all over the world parked along the street. "Hmm...guess my neighbors are having a party," I thought to myself. I took Kirsten's hand and walked to my front door, the lock clicking into place as I opened the door. "Come on Kirsten, you can make yourself comfortable while I take a shower if you want," I said to her as we both walked in. Heading towards the living room, I flipped on a light switch. "SURPRISE!!!" a chorus of voices yelled at me, almost making me jump out of my skin in surprise. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw a roomful of people I recognized. And in the middle of it all was Damon. "Surprise Dean!" he said enthusiastically as I walked in, checking out the swarm of people who stood in my living room. "What is this?" I said to him, rubbing my head in puzzlement. "Remember our conversation this morning? You sounded pretty set on leaving LA so I made a few calls to some of our clients who were in town and figured that if you really WERE going to leave town, we might as well have a party for you, no?" Damon replied, slapping me on the back and ushering me in further to the living room. I glanced around the room, spotting practically an A-list of actors, actresses, directors, musicians and other various people whom I knew we represented. They were all beaming and smiling at me, some with drinks in their hands, some without. All looked happy and as I walked more into the room they all approached me, shaking my hand and saying hello. "Dean, you're the best. Don't ever leave," said Brad Pitt. "Hollywood wouldn't be the same without you," said Ridley Scott "I couldn't bear to go to any other agency if you left," said Christina Ricci. The accolades and warm greetings made me smile broadly as I shook hands - some of these people I hadn't seen in a long time, others I had talked to in the part few weeks. I had to admit that I was completely surprised and had been totally duped into this without realizing it, but it brought a great joy in my heart to see everyone here. Kirsten had been a part of the planning too I realized, although she had since left my hand and had gone around to mingle with everyone else at the party. Damon came up to me and swept me away towards the bar, where other stars had congregated. "I don't know if you really were planning on leaving or not Dean, but I promise you that once this party is over, you will definitely have second thoughts about leaving it all behind," he said. "Now get yourself a drink, mingle, and enjoy. I have a certain Best Actress of 2001 named Halle Berry to go talk to if you don't mind," Damon disappeared and I went to the bar, pouring myself my old favorite - a scotch on the rocks - and proceeded to walk around the room, shaking hands and holding conversations about Hollywood, big budget films and projects that were in the works. As the sun crept down outside, more people continued to arrive; so many that I started to lose count and didn't even pay attention as they came and went through my front door. By 8:00 or so, I had a nice buzz going and some of the crowd had thinned out. In my pleasurable state, I noticed that most of those who were left were actresses of various caliber and star power, a fact that I wasn't upset about in the least. I was in the middle of a deep conversation with Sharon Stone when Damon tapped his glass with a spoon and drew everyone into the living room. "Ladies and...well, the four or five gentlemen who are left," Damon said, illiciting a laugh from the partygoers. "For our guest of honor tonight, three of the firms up and coming young talent have volunteered, and quite willingly I might add, to put on a little show for Dean and everyone else who might be interested. So without further ado, I present to you the star of "Smallville" Kristen Kreuk, the star of "10 Things I Hate About You" and the all grown up Larisa Oleynik and one of the many Oscar holders in the room tonight, Anna Paquin as they show us old folks how the kids get down these days!" Everyone clapped and cheered as Damon dimmed the lights by the middle of the room with a switch. The music on the stereo changed to some "booty dancing" mix as the three girls walked in from a closed door at the end of the hall to take a spot underneath the lights that hung above them, normally used to spotlight a rare "Citizen Kane" movie poster. As the music came on, they looked a little nervous and just a little tipsy on their feet as they began to sway to the rhythm. I was pushed down onto the couch for a front row view by someone behind me and I got a good look at the young ladies whose hips had already started to shake and move around to the bass line of the song. Kristen Kreuk was on the left. Dressed in a pair of very tight fitting jeans and a red halter top, her long brown hair slung over her shoulders, she wore no shoes as she placed her hands on the hips of Larisa Oleynik, who was in the middle of the "stage". Larisa's outfit was similar to Kristen in that she wore a halter top, but the similarities seemed to stop there: she had on a pair of jean shorts that seemed to cling to her sexy, tight ass like a second skin and a pair of white tennis shoes that completed her innocent girl look. Her eyes were closed, her body already lost to the flow of the music. Anna Paquin wore just a simple black miniskirt that reached up to her wide but rounded hips and an open, light blue blouse that had obviously been pulled open to allow the most skin area as possible and to be sure to show her firm breasts as they pushed against her white bra. The tempo of the music picked up and the girls began to move of their own accord, dancing and grinding first independently of each other, but occasionally bumping hips and asses to the music. Larisa and Anna, it became quite clear, had indulged themselves a bit in the free flowing liquor and wine of the party, for they giggled wildly whenever they came close to each other. Kristen on the other hand, seemed to dancing perfectly fine (albeit very sexily) without any ties or restraints holding her back in getting her groove on. I glanced around the room and noticed that some of the people who had been there for Damon's announcement, including Damon himself, had left the room. The people that remained seemed to be paired off in couples, with only a few actually paying attention to the girls. Like me though, there were a few stragglers who couldn't seem to take their eyes off the hot starlets as they put on a show for me and whomever else happened to be in the room. I watched as the three of them slowly began to drift closer together, arms shaking and moving to the beat, rubbing against each other at first playfully, then it seemed with more deliberate purpose. Kristen put her arms around Larisa's hips, thrusting her fingers into the pockets of her shorts as she pulled Larisa's ass tightly against her own crotch. Larisa leaned her head back onto Kristen's shoulders as they both moved in time with one another, the heat radiating from their young bodies seeming to make the room at least a few degrees hotter. Letting go of Larisa's hips, it was Anna's turn to bump and grind close with the very beautiful former "Alex Mack" star. They pressed in close to one another, their mouths just a few inches apart as their breasts rubbed each other through the thin material of their shirts. Anna's hand slid from it's resting place on Larisa's hip towards her tummy, slipping her fingers underneath Larisa's shirt and tickling her stomach. Larisa giggled wildly and smiled, returning the favor by putting her hands onto Anna's breasts and squeezing them lightly. They both laughed and stepped back away from one another, but Larisa bumped into Kristen's legs and the "Smallville" star pushed her forward again into Anna's open arms. They seemed to forget about the music now as Anna's hands pulled Larisa in tightly against her. Kristen stepped forward and put her hands on Larisa's ass, holding her in Anna's embrace. Anna's eyes locked with Larisa's and with a deft motion, she leaned in forward and kissed Larisa on the lips. I don't think I was the only male in the room whose cock jumped in their pants at watching that. Larisa looked puzzled for a moment as the kiss ended, but didn't pull away. She bent her head forward slightly and kissed Anna back, only this time the kiss was longer and much, much hotter. I watched as the two girls hips bumped into one another, the kiss continuing into a more passionate embrace now as they wrapped their arms around one another tightly. Not wanting to be outdone, Kristen's hands moved from Larisa's ass to the front of Anna's skirt, where she traced her fingers over Anna's pubic mound through the miniskirt material. Larisa paused from the kiss and looked back at Kristen, then at Anna. Stepping to the side of them, she allowed the two girls to begin their own kiss, which was a scene that I'm sure would have many a science fiction geek drooling at the prospect of watching. Kristen bent her head slightly as Anna's tongue moved into her mouth, allowing for a more proper and intended kiss that was far from innocent. Larisa watched the two girls embrace and, without a moment's hesitation, stepped between them and proceeded to lift off her shirt, revealing a nice set of b-cup breasts clad in their bra. Larisa looked around a little uneasily not at the rest of the room, but at the two girls, who had stopped to watch her. I think they were all oblivious at that point as to us being there watching them - they were too engrossed with one another. Smiling at the two of them, Larisa reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, allowing her breasts to fall free under the hot light of the lamps overhead. Her nipples were a soft, innocent pink color and were medium sized in comparison to the rest of her breasts. Her upper body was supple hourglass shape, her only item of clothing now just the tight jean shorts she wore. Larisa moved back to the two girls, who had lost interest in each other and quickly began fondling the breasts of young Larisa. Kristen lowered her mouth to Larisa's breast and began suckling it as she unzipped her own jeans, pulling them down her legs to leave her in nothing but a pair of skimpy black panties. I could see the small mass of pubic hair pushing against the material of her underwear and couldn't wait to see if they would disappear from her body as well. Anna meanwhile was busy rubbing Larisa's breast with one hand while she slid her hand up under her skirt to play with herself with the other. The three girls moved in unison as they sat down on the floor, free from having to stand up to gain access to one another. Larisa leaned back against the wall as Kristen moved in over her, locking her lips onto Larisa's own. Kristen held her lips over Larisa's bottom lip, sucking on it gently before letting it slide out of her mouth. Anna removed her hand from between her legs and began to unbutton her own shirt, sliding it off her shoulders onto the floor and pulling her bra straps down so that the support of the garment came free of her C cup breasts and wrapped itself down by her stomach. Kristen's clothes were the last to go out of this hot threesome, as Larisa and Anna helped her remove her shirt and panties, leaving her exotic body nude on the floor of my living room. Kristen scooted on her knees over between Anna's legs and pulled her skirt up to her waist, bunching up the material so that she could get at the hot pussy underneath. Larisa meanwhile, moved to behind Kristen and, licking two of her fingers, plunged them into Kristen with a youthful enthusiasm. Kristen's back arched, but she was now too occupied with eating out Anna, whose legs were spread around her head on the floor. Kristen's mouth suckled on Anna's slightly hair pussy lips, taking her aroused clit gently between her teeth and tongue and biting down just softly enough to cause Anna to moan in pleasure. Releasing the clit, Kristen lapped her tongue around Anna's outer lips, tasting her sweet juices that had slowly began to trickle out from her sex. The room was filled with a squishing sound as Larisa plunged her fingers in and out of Kristen's cunt, the sopping wet noise only drowned out by the occasional moan from one of the girls. Larisa was rubbing her own pussy just about as fast as she was fucking Kristen's and I watched with excitement as Larisa's face scrunched up slightly and she orgasmed onto her own hand. Anna played with Kristen's hair as the girl ate her out, Kristen's aroused nipples brushing the floor as she moved her body in a steady rhythm to the fucking Larisa was giving her and her head bobbing between Anna's legs. Anna's hand was pinching her own nipples now, squeezing the slightly darker pink tips of her beautiful breasts. Kristen noisily licked at Anna's pussy, causing the girl to orgasm after just a few hot moves by her tongue. Larisa had lowered her mouth onto Kristen's cunt and continued working a finger in and out, probing and enjoying the heavenly taste of another young woman. "Ohhh Godddd!!! Don't stop!" cried Kristen in response to Larisa's actions. It was quite clear to me and the handful of other guys who had moved near me to watch this scene that Larisa had no intentions of stopping. Straightening herself up, Anna unzipped her skirt and bent down by Kristen's face to kiss her, licking her own juices off the cheeks of the half Dutch, half Chinese beauty. They exchanged the kiss for a minute or before Anna broke it and stood up. Kristen, with much reluctance, moved herself away from Larisa as the three girls repositioned themselves. Larisa moved to the center of the floor and laid down flat on her back as Anna and Kristen climbed over her and positioned themselves in near perfect positions. Anna kneeled on her knees, her wet snatch just over Larisa's mouth, while Kristen extended her body in a 69 position to give herself access to Larisa's sweet, almost hairless pussy. Kristen too was on her knees with her ass in the air, which created an unforgettable scene: Larisa laying prone on her back, her mouth busily licking away at Anna's sweet box. Anna herself burying her face inside of Kristen's elevated cunt, while Kristen focused her mouth solely on licking at Larisa's hot box. It was an incredible sight to see, a sort of triangle of teenage lust taking place in front of a very excited and cheering mass of men. Some of the guys had taken their cocks out and were stroking them away from tangled girls on the floor, while others simply just stood and watched, too embarressed I suppose to expose themselves in public like that. Personally, I fought the urge to jerk myself off fiercely, rather enjoying watching three clients find lust with one another than trying to please myself. The girls stayed in the afore mentioned position for a few minutes, grinding and moving with one another as they all sought mutual orgasms. Larisa, who was on the benefiting end of things by far, was the first to cum: her body seemed to twitch off the floor as she bounced her ass cheeks off the floor in an excited sort of squeal. We could all see her tongue buried deep inside of Anna, a trickle of womanly juice running down the sides of her mouth. Larisa came with a violent thrust off the ground and I thought for a moment that they would all topple over. However, they managed to stay as they were and keep at one another. Having cum already for the second time in less than 30 minutes, Larisa seemed to be losing some steam in her pace, which became more gentle now as she sucked and teased Anna's cunt with her hand and mouth. It was still enough however, for Anna to get herself off, a loud grunt coming from her pussy covered mouth as she came onto Larisa's waiting mouth, some of her juices trickling down Larisa's chest to her pert teenage tits and stomach. Anna scooted up further along Larisa's body, resting part of her ass on Larisa's chest, crushing her tits beneath her full, round ass so that she could turn her attention to Kristen. Larisa wiped off some of Anna's juices with her finger and used it to move her thumb and forefinger first into Anna's soaked pussy, then wiggling a finger into her asshole. Anna moaned again but still seemed steadfast at making Kristen cum. Throughout all of this, I had only seen one noticeable orgasm by Kristen, which led me to believe that this hot new starlet for the firm had at least some experience in getting her pussy eaten out. Her body glistened in the light of the room, sweat covering it as she finally lifted her panting mouth from between Larisa's legs and simply enjoyed the sensations of feeling Anna's soft cheeks and lips nestled on top of her twat. Her hips began to move around in a small circle as Anna dug her fingers into Kristen's smooth, firm ass, her mouth not missing a beat on the other young woman. Anna pulled her head back slightly and grinned at all of us in the room, making eye contact with me (which was the first acknowledgement that they all knew we were there) and holding my gaze as I watched her pink tongue touch and brush inside of Kristen's darker pink love tunnel. Shaking her head back and forth, Anna pushed her mouth completely on top of Kristen's cunt and held it there. Though I couldn't see what magical technique Anna had saved for the end with her tongue, the effect of it became obvious: crying out so loudly that anyone in the house would have heard, Kristen's cunt exploded in orgasm, her juices literally dripping out of her snatch and onto Larisa's stomach as Kristen finally collapsed in exhaustion on top of the two girls, her chest heaving as her breasts were crushed against the floor. The three girls finally stopped their extremely erotic show as they lay in a panting, sticky, sweaty heap on the floor. A couple of guys had blown their loads on the floor (I wasn't too worried...I'm sure the maid coming tomorrow would clean it all up), but had managed to zip up and we all stood up to give the three young actresses a standing ovation, some whistles and cheers thrown in for what was undoubtedly one of the hottest things I had ever seen. The clapping seemed to rouse Kristen from her exhausted state as she looked up at the room smiling, her eyes in sort of a daze. I don't think she knew everyone had been watching, but judging by the big grin on her face, she didn't seem to care. The girls untangled themselves and sorted out the various articles of clothing that had been strewn everywhere, giggling and whispering to one another as they did so. Still naked, they wrapped themselves in a tight hug and shared a hot three way kiss, tongues writhing and licking each other's mouth, which only brought out MORE cheers from the guys and myself. Breaking the kiss finally, they held hands and, like a theatrical performance, all took a bow together, their nude and lithe teenage bodies a beautiful site to behold as they all glowed from their orgasms. The crowd dispersed and I stood up and stretched, looking around to see where most of the other people had gone to. I saw that many had moved around to various parts of the first floor, leaning in doorways and talking, or sitting in chairs and drinking with one another. I was about to get up and fetch a drink for myself when I was tapped on the shoulder. Turning around to look, I was greeted to the lovely site of Rachel Weisz leaning against the back of the couch. She wore a knee length floral dress and a white cotton blouse, which made her rich black hair even more pronounced than it was already on this beautiful creature. "Hello Dean. Lovely home you have here," she said to me in that sultry British accent that I had always loved about women from across the pond. "Thank you. It actually was my father's but I try to keep it in good and tasteful order," I replied, standing up. Rachel was leaning against the couch, her narrow hips pressing against the soft tan leather of the seat as she cradled one elbow with her hand while the other held a drink. "Yes, I think I remember you telling me about that. You got it all when he died, correct?" she asked. "Right you are. I'm glad you could come by tonight Rachel, it's been a while since I've seen you. How are things?" I asked. "Good good. So is it true, are you really leaving your company?" Rachel asked. That seemed to be the question of the night, and I had no particular answer yet. "Not sure. I'm going to see how I feel by the party's end I think," I said with a grin. "Ah, yes. Oh! That reminds me! I have a gift for you. If you are leaving Hollywood, consider it a parting gift. If not, well it can be what you American's call a housewarming gift," Rachel said. "I love any kind of gifts. Where is it?" I asked. "Well, follow me love and I'll show you," Rachel said, turning away and heading towards the stairs that led to the row of rooms in the house. I heeded her directions and followed - if her "gift" was what I was hoping it was, it would be coming at a much needed time, especially considering the wonderful floor show I had just seen. I followed her upstairs as Rachel headed down the left hallway, towards my bedroom. How she knew which one was mine, I'll never know. I was a step or so behind her, but as I got to the door after her passing through the doorway, she suddenly turned and shut the door in my face rudely. "Hey, that wasn't very nice!" I said to her in light heartedly pissed off voice. "Patience Dean love. I need a minute to prepare your gift," she said through the door. I heard some rustling in the room and tried the door handle, but she had locked me out of my own bedroom! A couple passed me as they headed down the stairs, giving me a quizzical look. I ignored them and continued to try the door knob. There was silence in the room for a minute or so, then I heard the soft click of the door being unlocked and pulled open slightly. Pushing in on the middle of the door, it slowly creaked open. The room was dark except for a candle on the bedside table and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Rachel laying seductively on the bed, the rumpled sheets balled up around her nude body. The pose she was in was the classical painters nude portrait position, and given the small amount of light in the room, Rachel looked picturesque as she laid there. Stepping into the room fully and closing the door behind me, I saw that Rachel held something in her hand: a very large rubber dildo. I was anxious to get down to business, and as I started taking off my clothes, Rachel sat up and put her hand out in a gesture to stop me. "No. Stay dressed. That's not what I had planned for you," Rachel said. I was a little disappointed as I wrapped my belt around my waist again and I guess the disappointment showed. "Don't get me wrong Dean, I'm very flattered and truthfully, if I wasn't married then I wouldn't hesitate to take you up on the offer," Rachel said. "But I am married and I don't want to break those vows," "Then why are you laying naked in my bedroom with soft lighting and a sex toy in your hand?" I asked a little incredulously. "Just because I won't have sex doesn't mean we can't have a little bit of fun," Rachel said with a grin. "Now, come sit over by me on the bed, won't you love?" I sat next to her on the bed as she asked, unable to resist the urge to brush her silky thigh with my hand. I started to drop my hand lower but Rachel pushed it away. "The gift I got you Dean was actually a gift for me personally. I picked it up at my favorite adult store before coming here tonight and was going to use it to occupy myself tonight, since my husband is far away," Rachel said. "But when I saw those three girls buggering each other, and especially the way you seemed to enjoy watching it, I thought that you might be interested in this too," Rachel said. "So then you want me to watch you get yourself off, is that it?" I asked. I didn't mind it by any means - Rachel was an exquisitely beautiful woman, but her leading me up here under somewhat false pretenses was a little disappointing. "You can watch. Or...you can try it out for yourself if you want. I'm sure that, given your reputation at being skilled in handling large objects like this thing here," she said, waving the dildo slightly by her face. "You can probably get me off without too much trouble, no?" I grinned. "I'm sure that getting you off will be no trouble," "Then what are you waiting for?" Rachel replied with a smirk. I took the large sex toy from her - it was a deep blue color, the head about half the size of my fist, and the shaft nearly that thick. It was indeed long, probably close to 12 inches in length. I held it at it's base and scooted up so that I could lay near her belly, tracing the toy over her tummy. I moved it very slowly over the fine downy hair of her lower mid-section, tickling her a bit as my hand moved the dildo down the natural curves of her thighs. I brushed the head against Rachel's slit, causing her to shudder slightly in anticipation as I worked it over her small mass of dark, rich pubic hair. I couldn't resist the urge to get my other hand involved, so I slid a finger to her wet and waiting opening, dipping the tip of my finger inside of her hole as I moved the toy further up her body to touch upon her aroused nipples. Her nipples were a beautiful shade of red, seeming to glow on her elegant nude frame as they jutted from her breasts. Rachel watched my every move but stayed an observer, letting me do the work. I pushed my finger further into her and Rachel clamped her legs down around my hand. Working my finger deeper inside of her, I slowly finger fucked her - not a full on attempt to get her off but certainly one to get her nice and wet for the coming invasion by this massive sex toy. Pulling my hand out of her cunt, I held the tip of my finger up by Rachel's mouth. Her cute pink tongue snaked out of her mouth slowly, licking her own juices from my finger before sucking it all the way into her hot and inviting mouth. Rachel sucked on it delicately, making sure to get all the juice off before I removed it from her mouth and traced a line down her chest. My hand slowly touched along her ample cleavage, down past her ribs and stomach back to her cunt, where I used the palm of my hand to rub her sex. My two hands were acting as if separate entities, the other one that still gripped the toy resting on her leg, moving slightly as I rubbed the rubbery material over her thigh and nether regions. My palm pushed harder against her pussy, Rachel's lips allowing a sigh to escape as she lost herself in the moment of ecstasy. She hadn't cum yet, but it was quite clear that she was close. Sliding the toy back down by her pussy lips, I moved my fingers to her entrance and held it open with two fingers, exposing the delicious looking pink inside. Oh how I wanted to just bury my face in there and taste her juices for myself. But the thrill of this "no sex" game was even more exciting and I resisted the instinct to place my tongue on her wet box. Her slit now open and juiced, ready for me to enter her with the toy, I glanced up at Rachel to get her approval as the rubbery head beckoned at her cunt lips. Rachel just nodded at me, her eyes closed in a half squint as she enjoyed herself in the glow of the room. I pushed the head in past her pussy lips so that it burrowed itself deeper inside with every passing second. Rachel adjusted herself to make room for the entrance by my skillfully guided hand, her legs parting wider on the bed. 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